Who Sang The Worm? Bride
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Some other versions of "The Worm"
- Song TitleRelease TitleYearArtist
- The One Who Minds The WormExit : Reality1991Asphyxia
- The Book of the WormPsychostasia1996Adramelech
- The WormWithered Beauty1998Withered Beauty
- The WormTales from the Dead West2000Ghoultown
- The WormTime & Withering2004Mouth of the Architect
- The WormOut of Exile2005Audioslave
- The Bird and the WormLies for the Liars2007The Used
- The Bird and the WormOcean Eyes2009Owl City
- The Arrival of the WormMisfortune2009Abysmal Grief
- The WormIt's Gonna Be OK2010Adam Brand
- The Temple of the WormThe Tree of Life2011Orne
- The Head of the WormThe End of the Third Day2014Autumnal
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
release date: 1997
genres: Rock
styles: Heavy Metal
length: 4:34
To be sitting on the edge dangling my feet
Wondering if god would give his angels charge
If I was feeling small
If my mind was growing large
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
You don't know how it feels to be Me
Having all these faces looking in to see
Their eyes are white lit just like a torch
To burn my soul which is thin and which is worn
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
Take my life
Take my life
Take my life
Before I taken it myself
You don't know how it feels to be me
To be a poet nailed to this tree
Where are my accusers those who ridicule
Those who have learned to hate and curse this silly fool
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
Wondering if god would give his angels charge
If I was feeling small
If my mind was growing large
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
You don't know how it feels to be Me
Having all these faces looking in to see
Their eyes are white lit just like a torch
To burn my soul which is thin and which is worn
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
Take my life
Take my life
Take my life
Before I taken it myself
You don't know how it feels to be me
To be a poet nailed to this tree
Where are my accusers those who ridicule
Those who have learned to hate and curse this silly fool
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
I am the worm crawling through your head
